by Ava Frost
“Bro, nothing has changed.” Again, he went quiet.
“I think I know what it is and you’re not going to like it.” Aw hell, when your friend of 300 years says to you, I’ve got an idea but you’re not going to like it, rest assured, you’re not going to like it.
“Tell me.” It’s like a Band-Aid, best to just rip it off.
“I have heard of shapeshifters being rewired for when they were close to finding their true love.”
“What?!” I yelled at my friend. I try hard not to yell, yelling never resolves things and yet here I was, yelling. “Do you mean to tell me, my dick is taking a vacay until I lay my eyes on my true love?” I asked with skepticism.
“Yup. I have heard it happen in past millenniums.”
“And why am I just now hearing about this? Why have you never mentioned this before? I asked, ready to rebuff his solution.
“Because you do not believe in love,” He said it so simply as if this was all my fault. This was not my fault. “Why mention to someone about something they do not believe? Would that change how you feel? You would have wanted proof and I had none. Now you do. Here lies your proof.” His emphatic ending did not comfort me.
“You’re a dick.” I was fucked and my answer said how I felt about his giving of truth.
“As are you, my friend. As are you.” He said before hanging up.
There was nothing left to be said. There was, however, one thing I could do. I would do the one thing I have been doing my entire life and would continue doing: proving them, whoever the fuck they are, wrong.
Chapter 7
I thought of my plan of attack for several days and decide the best way to get over this minor annoyance would be to date aka have sex with as many women as possible. At that rate, one of them was bound to get my little man up, thereby proving Thaddeus wrong and the Mac would be back. Just like that. It sounded very simple in my head. I googled supernatural + dating and would you believe there is a dating site called Super Natural Dating. I assumed it was made for people like me and signed up right away.
Name: Gregory Kane White III
Email: [email protected] (I was among the first into the internet age and have never gotten rid of my AOL account though it has lost its luster)
Age: (I assumed I wasn’t supposed to out myself by putting 348) 32
Astrological Sign: Leo
Favorite Color: Dark Green
Favorite Book: The Four Agreements
Perfect date: Champagne and relaxation
Perfect day: any day I’m alive
Define your perfect woman: A confident, beautiful creature willing to laugh at my jokes and give me her time
Thank you so much for inviting Super Natural Dating to mediate the meeting of the love of your life. Check your email to confirm your account and the women tab to look for something you like. Send a wink for interest and a heart to ask for a date. Your happiness is our top priority so you’ll be matched in 24 hours. Happy love finding.
The faster I get through these dates the better. So I liked and winked at every single woman in the first three pages. Whoever responded first was going to get this D. Date one was a hot mess I’d rather do you a favor and summarize. She was an imp demon with an angelic face and even when she was naked and writhing beneath me, I couldn’t get it up. That didn’t end well, for me or my couch. The second date is tonight and I have to admit I’m not looking forward to it. We’re supposed to go to dinner and then who knows, play it by ear. I dressed as casual as possible, jeans and a dark green button up. In truth, being casual meant the clothes were easy to pull off. After all, I’m not here to find true love, this is all about getting my mojo back. Moe’s was a great rib shack that I found about 5 years ago. I have been going once every couple of months faithfully. You want to see if a girl really wants you, take her somewhere she can’t eat proper or order a salad. I sat at my favorite table, along the back right-hand side, waiting for my beauty in red. She told me she would be wearing a red dress. The door jingled as a tall and very curvy woman pushed it open. She was wearing a red dress but from here, I could smell she was human. I was on my way to being disappointed when I felt it. This “it” was something part horror, part enticement, and part magic. I felt, my inner lion begin to prowl. Seriously, the magic that turns us all, riled and wriggled under my skin. I felt bigger, I felt stronger and I felt the need to hunt. I almost felt bad for the sexy thing walking toward my table, she had no idea what was about to hit her. Everything about her was screaming touch me. Or maybe I just wanted an excuse to do so. So I did. I stood, grabbed her hand and kissed it, lingering longer than I should have. She gasped and everything inside of me wanted to make her make that sound again. “Veronica, nice to meet you.” She smiled demurely, taking in the way my shirt clung to my arms and my physique. “Nice to meet you too,” she paused and I thought she might have forgotten but she didn’t. “Gregory.”
I do believe my name sounded like heaven on her lips. I was beginning to hyperventilate thinking of me on her tongue. I sat, eager to get out of here. “Did you find the place alright?” I asked, taking the hand resting on the table top into mine. I could feel her pulse racing. Was she feeling the same way I was? Fuck it I thought, leaning over as far as the table would let me go. “I think you are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on and if you will pardon my frankness, I would really like to see if you taste as sweet as you look.” Her ebony skin glistened and I watched her breasts move with each panted breath. “Do you live nearby?” I took that question as a yes and yanked her to standing with me.
“I promise if this goes well, I’ll bring you back to have whatever you want,” I whispered in her ear as I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. She was the perfect height, unlike my former conquests, I didn’t have to bend down. Being this close to her ear, I could smell the perfume she had placed in the crook of her neck. I licked it. A salty combination of sweat and pheromones dispersed on my tongue and she, in returned, moaned. “Do that again, and I will take you in the back of this cab,” I said between my teeth as I opened the car door for her. Talking a little louder I said, “And I really don’t want to do that because you deserve a bed.”
Leaning forward, I pushed a one hundred dollar bill against the glass. “Hey, Buddy. 25 Stanley Ave, make it under 15 minutes and this entire bill is yours.” He didn’t have to be told twice, stepping on the gas pedal so fast we both lurched forward. My hands were on her again, under the guise of protecting her from hitting the glass of course. My fingers were strumming the inside of her thigh but she wasn’t stopping me. I could smell her arousal. God bless that taxi driver, he did what I asked and I threw the bill at him while scoping Veronica up into my arms.
There was that gasp again. “What?” I asked, walking up the stairs as fast as possible and yanking open my door.
“You’re carrying me,” She said.
“I’m aware. Does it bother you?” I asked, setting her down on my bed.
She shook her head no, causing her big curls to bounce around her face. “No. it was wonderful. I’ve never had that happen before.”
“Well, I’d be happy to do it anytime. You don’t weigh a thing.” She swatted my arm while unzipping her dress.
“You know I weigh a good bit more than a thing.”
But my response was caught in my throat. She was naked and I needed to be inside her. Thank who the hell ever that my mojo was back and agreeing with me as well. She unzipped my pants. “You’re wearing too much.”
“I agree,” I whispered and then she was hot, wet and sitting on me. Condoms were a very distant thought.
“Jesus,” I grunted. I couldn’t close my eyes. She was dark brown and her nipples were a shade darker, rounded and hard under my fingers, she was whimpering. The color clash was beautiful. I wasn’t pale, thanks to the glory of being able to stand in the sun. Together we looked like a match made in heaven. I can’t really describe it as anything else. She was riding me and I lifted my hip
s to meet her for every stroke. I could feel her clutching me, squeezing me tight and the way her tits were bouncing, both she and I were close to climaxing. Hugging her close, I rolled us, so she was on her back and me, on my knees, could go harder.
“Gregory,” the sound was like her fingers trailing down my spine. She said my name again and I exploded.
Through a haze I realized, I had shifted into a lion and the pretty naked woman under me was shocked to silence. I once asked my dad what he did when he first shifted and he told me he licked my mom until she came again. He joked, “It’s hard to be scared and bust a nut.” I didn’t think my girl would be into that so I willed myself to human. No one truly knows the forces that control when we shift or what magic calls to the animal in us, but I was proud when I transitioned back.
“Say something,” I said, collapsing beside her in the bed.
“That ain’t something you see every day.” I agreed and found myself telling her my story. How I was a shape shifter and everything she knew about the world wasn’t true. I ended with my life having no meaning because I had not found her.
“Veronica, you changed me. I can’t be my whole self without you.” I brought her hand to my chest to feel my heart beating. “Can’t you feel it? I can. Don’t tell me you don’t. We’re meant to be together.”
“Figures” she huffed, “I go looking for a rebound and I find true love.”
I laughed. “Don’t say it like that. Sarcasm makes it sound like I’m spouting bullshit. You know I’m not.”
“Ok,” she said, sitting up. Her hair was flat in the back and not at all in the cute style she had in the restaurant but she was beautiful. “If I'm honest, every girl wants to be swept off her feet and told she’s someone’s soul mate.” She pumped up the flatten hair on autopilot then looked into my eyes. “But how can I know this is forever?” To my dismay, she pulled the sheets back and climbed under, hiding from me. “I just met you.”
When I make up my mind about something, it’s a bit hard for me to give up. “So what? People meet people every day, that doesn’t change how much they mean to you. I’m a shape-shifter. You know that and my people know for a fact when they meet the one. I have never turned into a lion before. I am sure I had the capability but only you can turn me.” I climbed under the covers and pulled her to me, kissing her shoulder and running my hands along the folds of flesh on her waist. “I get it. You’re human and you guys are used to doing things so slow.” I emphasized slow and she giggled, it sounded like a small wind chime. “So if that’s what you need, I can do that for you V.” My hand palmed her butt, slowly moving forward. Her body was calling me. “I’ve lived 300 years without you, I can easily do that time to woo you.” She pushed her butt back at me as if asking for more. Who would I be if I didn’t comply? Spooning, we talked in between thrusts. “I love you Veronica and you don’t have to say it back now, one day you will.” She moaned in agreement and pushed back harder. The covers fell away and there was only us, attached at the hip and conjoined at heart. Her head was laying on my arm and our hands were intertwined. “It may have happened a bit fast for you but it’s been almost a lifetime for me. Say you’ll give us a chance.” I kissed up the base of her neck, to whisper in her ear. “I will never hurt you. I’ll make love to you whenever you want.” I said with conviction. “And when we get married, you can brag to all your friends about my supernatural dick.” She smacked my thigh and laughed out loud.
“Ok! Ok. Fine. I’ll give this a try.” She sighed, coming apart with a small cry. It was tough to follow that act but I did and couldn’t help smiling. “That was all I wanted to hear.”
The End
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His Chosen Mate
Chapter 1
*** Ian ***
Hamilton tossed something my direction and it fell into my lap. My eyes never left the computer screen as I continued typing.
“If it wasn’t obvious, I’m working asshole,” I said, stopping to pick up the picture. “And what the hell is this?”
His back was to me, as he skimmed a manila folder. You know, I really hate manila folders. They remind me of work. In my line of work, there is always a manila folder, full of pictures, news clippings, facts and someone to find. There are always people to find. We look high and low and when we find them (because we’re the best god dammit) there always seems to be another manila folder. They’re endless and the bane of my existence. If you can’t tell, I’m a bit stressed. It didn’t use to be this way. You could say I’m running on empty. Why? Because I’m running out of time. I only had 30 hibernations to find my mate and I am down to my last one. A hibernation happens every second solar eclipse. I can hear you saying well that’s not so bad, some people find love late in life. Well, you can stop right there. It is bad. For my kind, it’s the worst. If I don’t find a mate by the end of this year, I will be stuck in my shapeshifter form, a bear. Permanently. No more human for me. Then I will be forced to mate with a bear and only have cubs. A joyous life for me. That was sarcasm.
“It’s a picture.” I waited for him to elaborate. There was no point in me berating his obvious attempt to goad me. “Of a girl.” My silence lingered. “Her name is Amy. Amy Lewis”
“Aww quit bothering him, Ham. You know he’s high strung.” That was Anthony. My second in command if you will. Southern, lanky and pale skinned, he had a baby face and barely looked drinking age, although I knew he was much older.
“Deats?” I asked, hoping Hamilton would speed it up. While he pondered words and how to arrange them in a sentence, I studied the young woman’s features. She appeared to be somewhere in her late thirties. Her eyes were dead, although crinkles in the corner suggested she had, sometime in her life, laughed with abandon.
John, my point guard, snatched the folder from Hamilton and read aloud, “She’s 37, a pediatric nurse and last seen by her sister, Chloe Lewis three nights ago.”
He then handed the folder to me for me to skim all the facts. Birthday: January 6, 1979, 10 years older than her sister, Chloe. Single, never married. Lost both parents in a car accident when she was 18, Chloe was 8. I smiled thanks to John. He was always there for me. I knew Hamilton didn’t mean to get on my nerves. God bless him but he had the misfortune of being born annoying.
“We have a few leads but the sister wants to meet with us,” Hamilton said.
I turned to him one eyebrow raised. I don’t meet the family. They’re always some kind of emotion I can’t make time for. Sad, angry, manic, whatever, it was all a distraction and a holdup to me finding their loved ones.
“No,” I said, before turning back to the computer to close out the file from the night before. My team had been in search of a forger. He made half a million off some billionaires who barely noticed the difference. Still, we caught him. It was pretty easy with my nose. His smell was on all the paints.
“We have to. I already scheduled the appointment.” He glanced at his watch, before smirking. “She should be here in, oh, say five minutes.” He sat in his chair, spun himself around before crossing both legs on his desk. He seemed rather proud of himself, eyes closed, relaxing and contemplating his achievement. What was he so proud of?
There was a sharp knock on our office window pane. “Hello?” A voice tentatively called out.
“Come in,” Hamilton said, standing to greet our visitor.
Chloe. Lewis. The moment I saw her, I knew I would never forget that name.
“Hi,” she said, void of any shyness. She jutted her arm out awkwardly before pushing the black square glasses up her nose. Her shirt was clinging to her as if it was painted on. I imagined my hands on her breasts and guessed they would be a handful. Her skinny jeans were an oxymoron, clingy to a body that no one would call skinny.
“Please have a seat,” John said.
She didn’t move. “Who’s in charge?” she asked, looking around. I imagined what we looked like from her perspective. There was
Hamilton, tall, dark and what women called handsome, only when he kept his mouth closed, leaning against his desk. Anthony in his white buttoned shirt, piercing her with a brown-eyed stare. John with his green eyes and blond hair in a ponytail and me, black eyes, black hair, black boots, black leather jacket, black soul, trying to ignore the inevitable.
“That would be that one,” John indicated, putting his thumb back towards me.
She approached me, no hesitation in her step. “I need you to help me,” She said, a few steps short of my personal space. I wish she hadn’t done that. She smelled just like honey. Adrenaline and something else, maybe lust coursed through me. I wanted to take her and I knew I didn’t care where or who would be watching. There she was, my mate. They say if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. I spent the better part of my life looking for her. I’ve moved several times, only settling down in Minnesota out of respect for my pack.
I raised an eyebrow, indicating she should go on, and crossed my legs. Boners don’t exactly scream professional.
“Wow. Talker this one.” She said to no one in particular, though we all heard her. “I’m being stalked and I’m pretty sure it’s by the same man who killed my sister.”
I have to say it is not often I am stunned to words. “How do you know that?”
“Know what? That I’m being stalked or he killed my sister? You should be more specific.” Something was off about this girl. She wasn’t weird. She was sexy but, what’s the word I’m looking for? Unfiltered.
“Both,” I said, catching Hamilton in my side eye poised to take notes. That’s why he was my info guy. He knew how to find, keep and hide information.
“Her diary.”
